Last night my flight landed 20 minutes early. My suitcase was the first to drop out of the shoot, and Kayla magically knew I was at the Humphrey terminal instead of Lindbergh, and was sitting there waiting for me. The moment we got on the freeway it started down pouring. When I walked into my apartment it felt strange - it was clean and humid and smelled like paint and I’m not sure why. I opened the windows, laid down, and thought about what Lyz and I frequently muttered during our ten day adventure: This is here all the time, and we’re at the CC Club.
Sitting next to Wallace Shawn at SFO. Can’t stop giggling. Inconceivable!
It’s a shame this is all I get to see of you, San Francisco.
Wine tasting in Sonoma. Why don’t I live here?
There is nothing more American than eating beef jerky for breakfast.
Jeff taught me how to play blackjack at a casino. And then I played $5 and then got this. Call me Mary, y’all.
Romance is not dead.
Casual hiking.
Hey guys!
Redwoods make me do handstands.
blast from the past photo - circa 2006.
caption contest: happy as a clam with a daiquiri in each hand … until i was attacked to the ground by a crazy blond.
We are gorgeous.
Mobile Office - Blondies; Arcata, CA
GPOYW: I’m in a Bathroom Somewhere Edition
